I know the story of Bram Stoker’s Dracula well – I know what happens in this book from general usage in popular culture. Furthermore, I even know the narrative arc of this particular version of the tale, as I’ve seen Coppola’s masterful film adaptation of the book.[1] However, as I’ve been reading the book Dracula for the first time, I am constantly intrigued by the way the narrative moves. The genius of this novel lies in the way it is told, not in the story itself. It is not merely the fact that Dracula is an epistolary novel – one of the few I’ve read that actually seems to work as a series of letters and journal entries. Instead, it is because what is revealed in these letters is carefully calibrated to conceal and reveal. Bram Stoker seems to be constantly...